Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.